Today, however, Piasson was no longer dressed as the [ Silver Moon Knight ] of the past. Instead, he was dressed in the standard red and blue uniform of a Barcelona army officer, looking elegant and spirited. Several Barcelona officers following behind him watched Piasson with utmost respect.
"Young General, Armando has summoned you, surely to impart another martial arts secret to you."
"Yes, young general, you are highly favored by Armando. You might even become the heir to the Armando family in the future. You are truly fortunate."
"Young General, if you ever become successful, please don't forget us brothers!"
Several Barcelona officers, their faces beaming with obsequious smiles, followed Piasson toward what must have been an extremely luxurious and enormous tent in the distance, fawning over the young man the whole way.
Twenty days ago, they would never have been so arrogant as to treat a lowly Zenit so humbly. But things are different now. Armando, who Moon Class Great Perfection, is currently enjoying immense prestige. For some unknown reason, he has taken this young man as his personal disciple, so much so that few people in the entire Barcelona army dare to disrespect him.
Piasson laughed heartily, "Don't worry, you lot, as long as you follow me loyally, you'll definitely get what you deserve."
"Thank you, young general. Thank you, young general." Several officers smirked and showered him with flattery.
In the blink of an eye, the group arrived in front of the huge, crimson convertible.
Upon seeing that it was Piasson, the guard quickly announced his arrival and invited Piasson inside.
This is a tent with a slight spatial magic. The space inside is larger than it appears from the outside, and it contains shelves, weapon racks, armor, various magic scrolls, maps, files, documents, and other items.
Twenty beautiful young women, draped in thin veils, stood respectfully on either side of the red carpet, holding wine and meat dishes.
"Haha, you've arrived. Come and tell me, how much progress have you made in your training these past few days?" Armando, dressed in a wide crimson robe, sat high on the giant beast chair and laughed heartily when he saw Piasson enter.
"Thank you, Master." Piasson knelt respectfully on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly before standing up and saying happily, "Master, I haven't dared to delay for a moment these past few days, cultivating according to the methods you taught me. As expected, my progress has been rapid, and I have now reached the Two-Star Class Peak Stage realm."
"Good, good, very good." Armando nodded in satisfaction. "Although you've missed the best time for cultivation, your talent is amazing. Even with the help of spiritual medicine to stimulate it, reaching the Two-Star Class Peak Stage in less than a month is extremely fast. If you continue like this, as long as you cultivate diligently, in another thirty to fifty years, you might be able to catch up with my level."
"Master, your strength is extraordinary; how could I possibly compare to you?" Piasson flattered with a smile.
"Hmm." Armando nodded in satisfaction.
This newly accepted disciple is indeed very obedient, but it's a pity he's of Zenit origin. If he had Catalan blood flowing through his veins, he would be perfect.
"I've summoned you today to inform you to prepare yourselves. Order my soldiers to get ready; Chambord City will fall tonight at midnight. We must seize the opportunity to plunder it thoroughly. Rumor has it that the city is filled with countless treasures, including God Level ruins from the era of gods and demons. If you make any discoveries and achieve great merit, Lord Busquets might be pleased and grant you permission to join the Barcelona Empire's surname..."
Armando was genuinely concerned for Piasson's sake.
"What? Chambord City is bound to fall?" Piasson was shocked and Earth Inquiry in great surprise, "Master, we have been besieging it for more than twenty days and have not made an inch of progress. How can we suddenly break through Chambord City?"
"This is a military secret. Even I only know a little about it. Don't ask now; you'll find out when the time comes. Go and prepare quickly. Once the city falls, remember to rush into Chambord City immediately and seize the credit. I will lend you a hand then."
Armando didn't want to say more.
Piasson, filled with gratitude, exclaimed with delight, "Thank you, Master! I will go and prepare immediately, and I will certainly live up to your expectations!"
After saying this, he knelt down and bowed, then turned and left the tent.
"Strange, why are the Barcelona people suddenly so confident? Could they possibly break through the Chambord people's more than twenty Demigod- level magical puppets?"
Piasson stepped out of the tent with a puzzled expression on his face.
Suddenly, the sound of a woman crying and cursing came from ahead.
Piasson looked up and saw a group of Barcelona soldiers escorting two petite and pretty Zenit girls, around eighteen or nineteen years old, laughing and joking as they passed by not far from the tent.
"What's going on?" Piasson asked, frowning.
"Ah, it's the young general! The brothers on the outskirts just broke through a Zenit rebel caravan and captured two delicate Zenit women. They're about to present them to General Armando. Look at these two young ladies, so fair and smooth, their skin is so good you could squeeze water out of it, and they're still virgins. This is the first time I've ever seen such beautiful women."
The officer in charge replied with a fawning smile.
As expected, they were two extremely beautiful young girls, like caged birds, their faces filled with fear and despair. Their outer garments had been stripped off, leaving only a thin palace veil covering their bodies, which made their delicate figures appear even more exquisite. They shivered in the cold wind, exuding an extraordinary allure.
One can imagine the tragic fate that Zenit girl like this would suffer if she fell into the hands of the Barcelona people.
"My master is currently cultivating a profound art and is averse to women. Take these two Chick to my tent." Piasson squinted at the two girls for a while, nodded in satisfaction, and said to the officer with a hint of greed and desire.
"This..." The officer hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a fawning smile, "Good, young general, it's their good fortune that you've taken a liking to these two sluts."
The two poor girls were sent to Piasson's tent afterward.
Before the officer and his soldiers had gone far, they heard the sound of clothes being torn coming from inside the tent, followed by Piasson's savage laughter and a woman's screams, cries, and pleas...
"Damn, what beautiful Chick they are. This good-for-nothing who relies on his Armando's power is getting a good deal. I wonder if we brothers will get to enjoy them after he gets tired of them."
The officer, his face contorted with resentment, uttered a vicious curse.
Any man would know what's happening inside the tent.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the sun is already setting.
The peaceful Barcelona army Barracks suddenly became tense. Bugle calls rang out incessantly, and large numbers of soldiers gathered and moved around the camp. Battalions began to move frequently in preparation for battle.
"Breaking through Chambord City at midnight? What exactly did the Barcelona team rely on?"
Piasson still couldn't figure out why when he came out of the tent.
Just then, he suddenly saw several unusual figures appearing in the distant camp, and he froze on the spot, his pupils shrinking, as if he understood something.
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